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Aside from the queue, the sauna, which Americans would phone a “bathhouse”, appears just as it always has: a boxy, blue, three-story construction, with a busy car park in the front. The queue is remarkable because even at busy times the sheer size of the place – with hundreds of lockers, three stories, a pool, two Jacuzzis, three shower rooms, a lounge, three saunas, two steam rooms, a dark room, and a couple of dozen secret cabins – is enough to residence high numbers.

I end for a minute to look at the scene ahead, to consider what has taken place here over the years. Thousands contain met and had sex. Some initiate love. Two men died (in 2006 and 2012). Several were caught in a fire (in March 2011, more of which later). Men have wept and slept here, strung out after days of partying.

Others have indulged classified desires before going home to their wives. Justin Fashanu, the first and only premiership footballer to come out, spent his last night here before killing himself. Some have had their first, tentative male lover experiences in this converted warehouse, nestled in between Superb Eastern Street and Bishopsgate, as hipsters, shoppers, and business folk pass by unaware.

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